It is now two o'clock at night, but the lights in Andrew's mansion are still on. Crowds of crows perched on the roof; they squealed a few times, then flapped their wings and flew away. In the air filled with the smell of death, the crow's cry made people even more desperate.
Inside the house, which is used exclusively to punish the guilty people, occasional noises could be heard. The screams, begging, and scolding were unlike anything else. The only thing the tortured people had in common was that once they had finished speaking, the sound of whips clashing against flesh became even more audible.
Vivian sat on the floor, breathing hard with each labored breath. Her figure is now extremely dishevelled. Vivian's forehead was covered in sweat, her long hair sticking to her forehead. Vivian'
